This is a song about "Band aids"

So maybe like aids, y’all ain’t up on the right page,

Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range

Are your hands still shaking? are those aids?

Now war missiles hand guns and grenades

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

And when you're black or latin know they administer aids,

Plus you should rap in a kg band

I can feel your heart beating fast

Yea i have a career stretching and its like a rubber band

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

(the whoever has the ooze leather is band together.)